[WP] You and your spouse are fairly typical demonic overlords with a figurative/literal dark fortress, minions to command etc. The problem is your teenage child who's going through that rebellious phase; claiming that they're good, dressing in all whites and only listening to gentle hymns.

My daughter, what were you doing? I asked my only child, watching her turn pale as she noticed me.

'I was, I, I was out. I was at work.' I smiled. Were you? What work required that outfit? My child looked down at the gauzy, white cloth covering her body, loose and baggy. She had never been one to covet the skin-tight, breast baring silk that had been in fashion this century, but I understood. Like her father, like myself, she needed to rebel.

You don't have to explain yourself to me. You know you may do as you wish with your life. It is what separates us from the host.

She looked at me, drew a breath, and blurted, 'Mother, I want to join the host. I don't care what everyone will think, I don't want to be like you and dad.' I had known this was coming. Every child believe that they will follow a new path, blaze a new trail. The devil's children will always refuse to be chained to a life chosen for them by another, and I understood.

Do as you want, daughter. I will not stop you. Your choices are your own. Just know you will always have a place here, if you wish to return.

My child's eyes lit up, and she embraced me. She turned to leave, and I let her go. It wouldn't take long for her to realize the damage the host does. That inability to accept anything less than fervent praise from humanity would chafe her like it had me. The idea of damning a soul, sending it to grow into a monster, for the crime of asking a question; she would begin to question God as I had, and for that, the host would throw her to earth.

As her father and I had done before her, she would rebel against Heaven, and take her rightful place below.